Here is common cause for
celebrationAs light lengthens, harbinger of spring.Perhaps the cold will be of long duration:Patience, for you know what time will bring.Yearning is the partner of sensation,Heightening the glory of the thing.Open, then, your heart to dark December;Listen to the silent turn of timeIn which the light is scattered into embers;Days on which the remnants barely shine,As miserly and cold as you remember.Yet here in darkness starts the upward climb,Stepping towards the downward days of
summer.